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<h3> 10 </h3>
<h3> The Battle for Teeka </h3>
<p>THE DAY WAS perfect. A cool breeze tempered the heat of the equatorial
sun. Peace had reigned within the tribe for weeks and no alien enemy
had trespassed upon its preserves from without. To the ape-mind all
this was sufficient evidence that the future would be identical with
the immediate past—that Utopia would persist.</p>
<p>The sentinels, now from habit become a fixed tribal custom, either
relaxed their vigilance or entirely deserted their posts, as the whim
seized them. The tribe was far scattered in search of food. Thus may
peace and prosperity undermine the safety of the most primitive
community even as it does that of the most cultured.</p>
<p>Even the individuals became less watchful and alert, so that one might
have thought Numa and Sabor and Sheeta entirely deleted from the scheme
of things. The shes and the balus roamed unguarded through the sullen
jungle, while the greedy males foraged far afield, and thus it was that
Teeka and Gazan, her balu, hunted upon the extreme southern edge of the
tribe with no great male near them.</p>
<p>Still farther south there moved through the forest a sinister figure—a
huge bull ape, maddened by solitude and defeat. A week before he had
contended for the kingship of a tribe far distant, and now battered,
and still sore, he roamed the wilderness an outcast. Later he might
return to his own tribe and submit to the will of the hairy brute he
had attempted to dethrone; but for the time being he dared not do so,
since he had sought not only the crown but the wives, as well, of his
lord and master. It would require an entire moon at least to bring
forgetfulness to him he had wronged, and so Toog wandered a strange
jungle, grim, terrible, hate-filled.</p>
<p>It was in this mental state that Toog came unexpectedly upon a young
she feeding alone in the jungle—a stranger she, lithe and strong and
beautiful beyond compare. Toog caught his breath and slunk quickly to
one side of the trail where the dense foliage of the tropical
underbrush concealed him from Teeka while permitting him to feast his
eyes upon her loveliness.</p>
<p>But not alone were they concerned with Teeka—they roved the
surrounding jungle in search of the bulls and cows and balus of her
tribe, though principally for the bulls. When one covets a she of an
alien tribe one must take into consideration the great, fierce, hairy
guardians who seldom wander far from their wards and who will fight a
stranger to the death in protection of the mate or offspring of a
fellow, precisely as they would fight for their own.</p>
<p>Toog could see no sign of any ape other than the strange she and a
young balu playing near by. His wicked, blood-shot eyes half closed as
they rested upon the charms of the former—as for the balu, one snap of
those great jaws upon the back of its little neck would prevent it from
raising any unnecessary alarm.</p>
<p>Toog was a fine, big male, resembling in many ways Teeka's mate, Taug.
Each was in his prime, and each was wonderfully muscled, perfectly
fanged and as horrifyingly ferocious as the most exacting and
particular she could wish. Had Toog been of her own tribe, Teeka might
as readily have yielded to him as to Taug when her mating time arrived;
but now she was Taug's and no other male could claim her without first
defeating Taug in personal combat. And even then Teeka retained some
rights in the matter. If she did not favor a correspondent, she could
enter the lists with her rightful mate and do her part toward
discouraging his advances, a part, too, which would prove no mean
assistance to her lord and master, for Teeka, even though her fangs
were smaller than a male's, could use them to excellent effect.</p>
<p>Just now Teeka was occupied in a fascinating search for beetles, to the
exclusion of all else. She did not realize how far she and Gazan had
become separated from the balance of the tribe, nor were her defensive
senses upon the alert as they should have been. Months of immunity
from danger under the protecting watchfulness of the sentries, which
Tarzan had taught the tribe to post, had lulled them all into a sense
of peaceful security based on that fallacy which has wrecked many
enlightened communities in the past and will continue to wreck others
in the future—that because they have not been attacked they never will
be.</p>
<p>Toog, having satisfied himself that only the she and her balu were in
the immediate vicinity, crept stealthily forward. Teeka's back was
toward him when he finally rushed upon her; but her senses were at last
awakened to the presence of danger and she wheeled to face the strange
bull just before he reached her. Toog halted a few paces from her.
His anger had fled before the seductive feminine charms of the
stranger. He made conciliatory noises—a species of clucking sound
with his broad, flat lips—that were, too, not greatly dissimilar to
that which might be produced in an osculatory solo.</p>
<p>But Teeka only bared her fangs and growled. Little Gazan started to
run toward his mother, but she warned him away with a quick "Kreeg-ah!"
telling him to run high into a tall tree. Evidently Teeka was not
favorably impressed by her new suitor. Toog realized this and altered
his methods accordingly. He swelled his giant chest, beat upon it with
his calloused knuckles and swaggered to and fro before her.</p>
<p>"I am Toog," he boasted. "Look at my fighting fangs. Look at my great
arms and my mighty legs. With one bite I can slay your biggest bull.
Alone have I slain Sheeta. I am Toog. Toog wants you." Then he waited
for the effect, nor did he have long to wait. Teeka turned with a
swiftness which belied her great weight and bolted in the opposite
direction. Toog, with an angry growl, leaped in pursuit; but the
smaller, lighter female was too fleet for him. He chased her for a few
yards and then, foaming and barking, he halted and beat upon the ground
with his hard fists.</p>
<p>From the tree above him little Gazan looked down and witnessed the
stranger bull's discomfiture. Being young, and thinking himself safe
above the reach of the heavy male, Gazan screamed an ill-timed insult
at their tormentor. Toog looked up. Teeka had halted at a little
distance—she would not go far from her balu; that Toog quickly
realized and as quickly determined to take advantage of. He saw that
the tree in which the young ape squatted was isolated and that Gazan
could not reach another without coming to earth. He would obtain the
mother through her love for her young.</p>
<p>He swung himself into the lower branches of the tree. Little Gazan
ceased to insult him; his expression of deviltry changed to one of
apprehension, which was quickly followed by fear as Toog commenced to
ascend toward him. Teeka screamed to Gazan to climb higher, and the
little fellow scampered upward among the tiny branches which would not
support the weight of the great bull; but nevertheless Toog kept on
climbing. Teeka was not fearful. She knew that he could not ascend
far enough to reach Gazan, so she sat at a little distance from the
tree and applied jungle opprobrium to him. Being a female, she was a
past master of the art.</p>
<p>But she did not know the malevolent cunning of Toog's little brain.
She took it for granted that the bull would climb as high as he could
toward Gazan and then, finding that he could not reach him, resume his
pursuit of her, which she knew would prove equally fruitless. So sure
was she of the safety of her balu and her own ability to take care of
herself that she did not voice the cry for help which would soon have
brought the other members of the tribe flocking to her side.</p>
<p>Toog slowly reached the limit to which he dared risk his great weight
to the slender branches. Gazan was still fifteen feet above him. The
bull braced himself and seized the main branch in his powerful hands,
then he commenced shaking it vigorously. Teeka was appalled.
Instantly she realized what the bull purposed. Gazan clung far out
upon a swaying limb. At the first shake he lost his balance, though he
did not quite fall, clinging still with his four hands; but Toog
redoubled his efforts; the shaking produced a violent snapping of the
limb to which the young ape clung. Teeka saw all too plainly what the
outcome must be and forgetting her own danger in the depth of her
mother love, rushed forward to ascend the tree and give battle to the
fearsome creature that menaced the life of her little one.</p>
<p>But before ever she reached the bole, Toog had succeeded, by violent
shaking of the branch, to loosen Gazan's hold. With a cry the little
fellow plunged down through the foliage, clutching futilely for a new
hold, and alighted with a sickening thud at his mother's feet, where he
lay silent and motionless. Moaning, Teeka stooped to lift the still
form in her arms; but at the same instant Toog was upon her.</p>
<p>Struggling and biting she fought to free herself; but the giant muscles
of the great bull were too much for her lesser strength. Toog struck
and choked her repeatedly until finally, half unconscious, she lapsed
into quasi submission. Then the bull lifted her to his shoulder and
turned back to the trail toward the south from whence he had come.</p>
<p>Upon the ground lay the quiet form of little Gazan. He did not moan.
He did not move. The sun rose slowly toward meridian. A mangy thing,
lifting its nose to scent the jungle breeze, crept through the
underbrush. It was Dango, the hyena. Presently its ugly muzzle broke
through some near-by foliage and its cruel eyes fastened upon Gazan.</p>
<p>Early that morning, Tarzan of the Apes had gone to the cabin by the
sea, where he passed many an hour at such times as the tribe was
ranging in the vicinity. On the floor lay the skeleton of a man—all
that remained of the former Lord Greystoke—lay as it had fallen some
twenty years before when Kerchak, the great ape, had thrown it,
lifeless, there. Long since had the termites and the small rodents
picked clean the sturdy English bones. For years Tarzan had seen it
lying there, giving it no more attention than he gave the countless
thousand bones that strewed his jungle haunts. On the bed another,
smaller, skeleton reposed and the youth ignored it as he ignored the
other. How could he know that the one had been his father, the other
his mother? The little pile of bones in the rude cradle, fashioned with
such loving care by the former Lord Greystoke, meant nothing to
him—that one day that little skull was to help prove his right to a
proud title was as far beyond his ken as the satellites of the suns of
Orion. To Tarzan they were bones—just bones. He did not need them,
for there was no meat left upon them, and they were not in his way, for
he knew no necessity for a bed, and the skeleton upon the floor he
easily could step over.</p>
<p>Today he was restless. He turned the pages first of one book and then
of another. He glanced at pictures which he knew by heart, and tossed
the books aside. He rummaged for the thousandth time in the cupboard.
He took out a bag which contained several small, round pieces of metal.
He had played with them many times in the years gone by; but always he
replaced them carefully in the bag, and the bag in the cupboard, upon
the very shelf where first he had discovered it. In strange ways did
heredity manifest itself in the ape-man. Come of an orderly race, he
himself was orderly without knowing why. The apes dropped things
wherever their interest in them waned—in the tall grass or from the
high-flung branches of the trees. What they dropped they sometimes
found again, by accident; but not so the ways of Tarzan. For his few
belongings he had a place and scrupulously he returned each thing to
its proper place when he was done with it. The round pieces of metal
in the little bag always interested him. Raised pictures were upon
either side, the meaning of which he did not quite understand. The
pieces were bright and shiny. It amused him to arrange them in various
figures upon the table. Hundreds of times had he played thus. Today,
while so engaged, he dropped a lovely yellow piece—an English
sovereign—which rolled beneath the bed where lay all that was mortal
of the once beautiful Lady Alice.</p>
<p>True to form, Tarzan at once dropped to his hands and knees and
searched beneath the bed for the lost gold piece. Strange as it might
appear, he had never before looked beneath the bed. He found the gold
piece, and something else he found, too—a small wooden box with a
loose cover. Bringing them both out he returned the sovereign to its
bag and the bag to its shelf within the cupboard; then he investigated
the box. It contained a quantity of cylindrical bits of metal,
cone-shaped at one end and flat at the other, with a projecting rim.
They were all quite green and dull, coated with years of verdigris.</p>
<p>Tarzan removed a handful of them from the box and examined them. He
rubbed one upon another and discovered that the green came off, leaving
a shiny surface for two-thirds of their length and a dull gray over the
cone-shaped end. Finding a bit of wood he rubbed one of the cylinders
rapidly and was rewarded by a lustrous sheen which pleased him.</p>
<p>At his side hung a pocket pouch taken from the body of one of the
numerous black warriors he had slain. Into this pouch he put a handful
of the new playthings, thinking to polish them at his leisure; then he
replaced the box beneath the bed, and finding nothing more to amuse
him, left the cabin and started back in the direction of the tribe.</p>
<p>Shortly before he reached them he heard a great commotion ahead of
him—the loud screams of shes and balus, the savage, angry barking and
growling of the great bulls. Instantly he increased his speed, for the
"Kreeg-ahs" that came to his ears warned him that something was amiss
with his fellows.</p>
<p>While Tarzan had been occupied with his own devices in the cabin of his
dead sire, Taug, Teeka's mighty mate, had been hunting a mile to the
north of the tribe. At last, his belly filled, he had turned lazily
back toward the clearing where he had last seen the tribe and presently
commenced passing its members scattered alone or in twos or threes.
Nowhere did he see Teeka or Gazan, and soon he began inquiring of the
other apes where they might be; but none had seen them recently.</p>
<p>Now the lower orders are not highly imaginative. They do not, as you
and I, paint vivid mental pictures of things which might have occurred,
and so Taug did not now apprehend that any misfortune had overtaken his
mate and their off-spring—he merely knew that he wished to find Teeka
that he might lie down in the shade and have her scratch his back while
his breakfast digested; but though he called to her and searched for
her and asked each whom he met, he could find no trace of Teeka, nor of
Gazan either.</p>
<p>He was beginning to become peeved and had about made up his mind to
chastise Teeka for wandering so far afield when he wanted her. He was
moving south along a game trail, his calloused soles and knuckles
giving forth no sound, when he came upon Dango at the opposite side of
a small clearing. The eater of carrion did not see Taug, for all his
eyes were for something which lay in the grass beneath a
tree—something upon which he was sneaking with the cautious stealth of
his breed.</p>
<p>Taug, always cautious himself, as it behooves one to be who fares up
and down the jungle and desires to survive, swung noiselessly into a
tree, where he could have a better view of the clearing. He did not
fear Dango; but he wanted to see what it was that Dango stalked. In a
way, possibly, he was actuated as much by curiosity as by caution.</p>
<p>And when Taug reached a place in the branches from which he could have
an unobstructed view of the clearing he saw Dango already sniffing at
something directly beneath him—something which Taug instantly
recognized as the lifeless form of his little Gazan.</p>
<p>With a cry so frightful, so bestial, that it momentarily paralyzed the
startled Dango, the great ape launched his mighty bulk upon the
surprised hyena. With a cry and a snarl, Dango, crushed to earth,
turned to tear at his assailant; but as effectively might a sparrow
turn upon a hawk. Taug's great, gnarled fingers closed upon the
hyena's throat and back, his jaws snapped once on the mangy neck,
crushing the vertebrae, and then he hurled the dead body contemptuously
aside.</p>
<p>Again he raised his voice in the call of the bull ape to its mate, but
there was no reply; then he leaned down to sniff at the body of Gazan.
In the breast of this savage, hideous beast there beat a heart which
was moved, however slightly, by the same emotions of paternal love
which affect us. Even had we no actual evidence of this, we must know
it still, since only thus might be explained the survival of the human
race in which the jealousy and selfishness of the bulls would, in the
earliest stages of the race, have wiped out the young as rapidly as
they were brought into the world had not God implanted in the savage
bosom that paternal love which evidences itself most strongly in the
protective instinct of the male.</p>
<p>In Taug the protective instinct was not alone highly developed; but
affection for his offspring as well, for Taug was an unusually
intelligent specimen of these great, manlike apes which the natives of
the Gobi speak of in whispers; but which no white man ever had seen,
or, if seeing, lived to tell of until Tarzan of the Apes came among
them.</p>
<p>And so Taug felt sorrow as any other father might feel sorrow at the
loss of a little child. To you little Gazan might have seemed a
hideous and repulsive creature, but to Taug and Teeka he was as
beautiful and as cute as is your little Mary or Johnnie or Elizabeth
Ann to you, and he was their firstborn, their only balu, and a
he—three things which might make a young ape the apple of any fond
father's eye.</p>
<p>For a moment Taug sniffed at the quiet little form. With his muzzle
and his tongue he smoothed and caressed the rumpled coat. From his
savage lips broke a low moan; but quickly upon the heels of sorrow came
the overmastering desire for revenge.</p>
<p>Leaping to his feet he screamed out a volley of "Kreegahs," punctuated
from time to time by the blood-freezing cry of an angry, challenging
bull—a rage-mad bull with the blood lust strong upon him.</p>
<p>Answering his cries came the cries of the tribe as they swung through
the trees toward him. It was these that Tarzan heard on his return
from his cabin, and in reply to them he raised his own voice and
hurried forward with increased speed until he fairly flew through the
middle terraces of the forest.</p>
<p>When at last he came upon the tribe he saw their members gathered about
Taug and something which lay quietly upon the ground. Dropping among
them, Tarzan approached the center of the group. Taug was still
roaring out his challenges; but when he saw Tarzan he ceased and
stooping picked up Gazan in his arms and held him out for Tarzan to
see. Of all the bulls of the tribe, Taug held affection for Tarzan
only. Tarzan he trusted and looked up to as one wiser and more
cunning. To Tarzan he came now—to the playmate of his balu days, the
companion of innumerable battles of his maturity.</p>
<p>When Tarzan saw the still form in Taug's arms, a low growl broke from
his lips, for he too loved Teeka's little balu.</p>
<p>"Who did it?" he asked. "Where is Teeka?"</p>
<p>"I do not know," replied Taug. "I found him lying here with Dango
about to feed upon him; but it was not Dango that did it—there are no
fang marks upon him."</p>
<p>Tarzan came closer and placed an ear against Gazan's breast. "He is
not dead," he said. "Maybe he will not die." He pressed through the
crowd of apes and circled once about them, examining the ground step by
step. Suddenly he stopped and placing his nose close to the earth
sniffed. Then he sprang to his feet, giving a peculiar cry. Taug and
the others pressed forward, for the sound told them that the hunter had
found the spoor of his quarry.</p>
<p>"A stranger bull has been here," said Tarzan. "It was he that hurt
Gazan. He has carried off Teeka."</p>
<p>Taug and the other bulls commenced to roar and threaten; but they did
nothing. Had the stranger bull been within sight they would have torn
him to pieces; but it did not occur to them to follow him.</p>
<p>"If the three bulls had been watching around the tribe this would not
have happened," said Tarzan. "Such things will happen as long as you
do not keep the three bulls watching for an enemy. The jungle is full
of enemies, and yet you let your shes and your balus feed where they
will, alone and unprotected. Tarzan goes now—he goes to find Teeka
and bring her back to the tribe."</p>
<p>The idea appealed to the other bulls. "We will all go," they cried.</p>
<p>"No," said Tarzan, "you will not all go. We cannot take shes and balus
when we go out to hunt and fight. You must remain to guard them or you
will lose them all."</p>
<p>They scratched their heads. The wisdom of his advice was dawning upon
them, but at first they had been carried away by the new idea—the idea
of following up an enemy offender to wrest his prize from him and
punish him. The community instinct was ingrained in their characters
through ages of custom. They did not know why they had not thought to
pursue and punish the offender—they could not know that it was because
they had as yet not reached a mental plane which would permit them to
work as individuals. In times of stress, the community instinct sent
them huddling into a compact herd where the great bulls, by the weight
of their combined strength and ferocity, could best protect them from
an enemy. The idea of separating to do battle with a foe had not yet
occurred to them—it was too foreign to custom, too inimical to
community interests; but to Tarzan it was the first and most natural
thought. His senses told him that there was but a single bull
connected with the attack upon Teeka and Gazan. A single enemy did not
require the entire tribe for his punishment. Two swift bulls could
quickly overhaul him and rescue Teeka.</p>
<p>In the past no one ever had thought to go forth in search of the shes
that were occasionally stolen from the tribe. If Numa, Sabor, Sheeta
or a wandering bull ape from another tribe chanced to carry off a maid
or a matron while no one was looking, that was the end of it—she was
gone, that was all. The bereaved husband, if the victim chanced to
have been mated, growled around for a day or two and then, if he were
strong enough, took another mate within the tribe, and if not, wandered
far into the jungle on the chance of stealing one from another
community.</p>
<p>In the past Tarzan of the Apes had condoned this practice for the
reason that he had had no interest in those who had been stolen; but
Teeka had been his first love and Teeka's balu held a place in his
heart such as a balu of his own would have held. Just once before had
Tarzan wished to follow and revenge. That had been years before when
Kulonga, the son of Mbonga, the chief, had slain Kala. Then,
single-handed, Tarzan had pursued and avenged. Now, though to a lesser
degree, he was moved by the same passion.</p>
<p>He turned toward Taug. "Leave Gazan with Mumga," he said. "She is old
and her fangs are broken and she is no good; but she can take care of
Gazan until we return with Teeka, and if Gazan is dead when we come
back," he turned to address Mumga, "I will kill you, too."</p>
<p>"Where are we going?" asked Taug.</p>
<p>"We are going to get Teeka," replied the ape-man, "and kill the bull
who has stolen her. Come!"</p>
<p>He turned again to the spoor of the stranger bull, which showed plainly
to his trained senses, nor did he glance back to note if Taug followed.
The latter laid Gazan in Mumga's arms with a parting: "If he dies
Tarzan will kill you," and he followed after the brown-skinned figure
that already was moving at a slow trot along the jungle trail.</p>
<p>No other bull of the tribe of Kerchak was so good a trailer as Tarzan,
for his trained senses were aided by a high order of intelligence. His
judgment told him the natural trail for a quarry to follow, so that he
need but note the most apparent marks upon the way, and today the trail
of Toog was as plain to him as type upon a printed page to you or me.</p>
<p>Following close behind the lithe figure of the ape-man came the huge
and shaggy bull ape. No words passed between them. They moved as
silently as two shadows among the myriad shadows of the forest. Alert
as his eyes and ears, was Tarzan's patrician nose. The spoor was
fresh, and now that they had passed from the range of the strong ape
odor of the tribe he had little difficulty in following Toog and Teeka
by scent alone. Teeka's familiar scent spoor told both Tarzan and Taug
that they were upon her trail, and soon the scent of Toog became as
familiar as the other.</p>
<p>They were progressing rapidly when suddenly dense clouds overcast the
sun. Tarzan accelerated his pace. Now he fairly flew along the jungle
trail, or, where Toog had taken to the trees, followed nimbly as a
squirrel along the bending, undulating pathway of the foliage branches,
swinging from tree to tree as Toog had swung before them; but more
rapidly because they were not handicapped by a burden such as Toog's.</p>
<p>Tarzan felt that they must be almost upon the quarry, for the scent
spoor was becoming stronger and stronger, when the jungle was suddenly
shot by livid lightning, and a deafening roar of thunder reverberated
through the heavens and the forest until the earth trembled and shook.
Then came the rain—not as it comes to us of the temperate zones, but
as a mighty avalanche of water—a deluge which spills tons instead of
drops upon the bending forest giants and the terrified creatures which
haunt their shade.</p>
<p>And the rain did what Tarzan knew that it would do—it wiped the spoor
of the quarry from the face of the earth. For a half hour the torrents
fell—then the sun burst forth, jeweling the forest with a million
scintillant gems; but today the ape-man, usually alert to the changing
wonders of the jungle, saw them not. Only the fact that the spoor of
Teeka and her abductor was obliterated found lodgment in his thoughts.</p>
<p>Even among the branches of the trees there are well-worn trails, just
as there are trails upon the surface of the ground; but in the trees
they branch and cross more often, since the way is more open than among
the dense undergrowth at the surface. Along one of these well-marked
trails Tarzan and Taug continued after the rain had ceased, because the
ape-man knew that this was the most logical path for the thief to
follow; but when they came to a fork, they were at a loss. Here they
halted, while Tarzan examined every branch and leaf which might have
been touched by the fleeing ape.</p>
<p>He sniffed the bole of the tree, and with his keen eyes he sought to
find upon the bark some sign of the way the quarry had taken. It was
slow work and all the time, Tarzan knew, the bull of the alien tribe
was forging steadily away from them—gaining precious minutes that
might carry him to safety before they could catch up with him.</p>
<p>First along one fork he went, and then another, applying every test
that his wonderful junglecraft was cognizant of; but again and again he
was baffled, for the scent had been washed away by the heavy downpour,
in every exposed place. For a half hour Tarzan and Taug searched,
until at last, upon the bottom of a broad leaf, Tarzan's keen nose
caught the faint trace of the scent spoor of Toog, where the leaf had
brushed a hairy shoulder as the great ape passed through the foliage.</p>
<p>Once again the two took up the trail, but it was slow work now and
there were many discouraging delays when the spoor seemed lost beyond
recovery. To you or me there would have been no spoor, even before the
coming of the rain, except, possibly, where Toog had come to earth and
followed a game trail. In such places the imprint of a huge handlike
foot and the knuckles of one great hand were sometimes plain enough for
an ordinary mortal to read. Tarzan knew from these and other
indications that the ape was yet carrying Teeka. The depth of the
imprint of his feet indicated a much greater weight than that of any of
the larger bulls, for they were made under the combined weight of Toog
and Teeka, while the fact that the knuckles of but one hand touched the
ground at any time showed that the other hand was occupied in some
other business—the business of holding the prisoner to a hairy
shoulder. Tarzan could follow, in sheltered places, the changing of
the burden from one shoulder to another, as indicated by the deepening
of the foot imprint upon the side of the load, and the changing of the
knuckle imprints from one side of the trail to the other.</p>
<p>There were stretches along the surface paths where the ape had gone for
considerable distances entirely erect upon his hind feet—walking as a
man walks; but the same might have been true of any of the great
anthropoids of the same species, for, unlike the chimpanzee and the
gorilla, they walk without the aid of their hands quite as readily as
with. It was such things, however, which helped to identify to Tarzan
and to Taug the appearance of the abductor, and with his individual
scent characteristic already indelibly impressed upon their memories,
they were in a far better position to know him when they came upon him,
even should he have disposed of Teeka before, than is a modern sleuth
with his photographs and Bertillon measurements, equipped to recognize
a fugitive from civilized justice.</p>
<p>But with all their high-strung and delicately attuned perceptive
faculties the two bulls of the tribe of Kerchak were often sore pressed
to follow the trail at all, and at best were so delayed that in the
afternoon of the second day, they still had not overhauled the
fugitive. The scent was now strong, for it had been made since the
rain, and Tarzan knew that it would not be long before they came upon
the thief and his loot. Above them, as they crept stealthily forward,
chattered Manu, the monkey, and his thousand fellows; squawked and
screamed the brazen-throated birds of plumage; buzzed and hummed the
countless insects amid the rustling of the forest leaves, and, as they
passed, a little gray-beard, squeaking and scolding upon a swaying
branch, looked down and saw them. Instantly the scolding and squeaking
ceased, and off tore the long-tailed mite as though Sheeta, the
panther, had been endowed with wings and was in close pursuit of him.
To all appearances he was only a very much frightened little monkey,
fleeing for his life—there seemed nothing sinister about him.</p>
<p>And what of Teeka during all this time? Was she at last resigned to her
fate and accompanying her new mate in the proper humility of a loving
and tractable spouse? A single glance at the pair would have answered
these questions to the utter satisfaction of the most captious. She
was torn and bleeding from many wounds, inflicted by the sullen Toog in
his vain efforts to subdue her to his will, and Toog too was disfigured
and mutilated; but with stubborn ferocity, he still clung to his now
useless prize.</p>
<p>On through the jungle he forced his way in the direction of the
stamping ground of his tribe. He hoped that his king would have
forgotten his treason; but if not he was still resigned to his
fate—any fate would be better than suffering longer the sole
companionship of this frightful she, and then, too, he wished to
exhibit his captive to his fellows. Maybe he could wish her on the
king—it is possible that such a thought urged him on.</p>
<p>At last they came upon two bulls feeding in a parklike grove—a
beautiful grove dotted with huge boulders half embedded in the rich
loam—mute monuments, possibly, to a forgotten age when mighty glaciers
rolled their slow course where now a torrid sun beats down upon a
tropic jungle.</p>
<p>The two bulls looked up, baring long fighting fangs, as Toog appeared
in the distance. The latter recognized the two as friends. "It is
Toog," he growled. "Toog has come back with a new she."</p>
<p>The apes waited his nearer approach. Teeka turned a snarling, fanged
face toward them. She was not pretty to look upon, yet through the
blood and hatred upon her countenance they realized that she was
beautiful, and they envied Toog—alas! they did not know Teeka.</p>
<p>As they squatted looking at one another there raced through the trees
toward them a long-tailed little monkey with gray whiskers. He was a
very excited little monkey when he came to a halt upon the limb of a
tree directly overhead. "Two strange bulls come," he cried. "One is a
Mangani, the other a hideous ape without hair upon his body. They
follow the spoor of Toog. I saw them."</p>
<p>The four apes turned their eyes backward along the trail Toog had just
come; then they looked at one another for a minute. "Come," said the
larger of Toog's two friends, "we will wait for the strangers in the
thick bushes beyond the clearing."</p>
<p>He turned and waddled away across the open place, the others following
him. The little monkey danced about, all excitement. His chief
diversion in life was to bring about bloody encounters between the
larger denizens of the forest, that he might sit in the safety of the
trees and witness the spectacles. He was a glutton for gore, was this
little, whiskered, gray monkey, so long as it was the gore of others—a
typical fight fan was the graybeard.</p>
<p>The apes hid themselves in the shrubbery beside the trail along which
the two stranger bulls would pass. Teeka trembled with excitement.
She had heard the words of Manu, and she knew that the hairless ape
must be Tarzan, while the other was, doubtless, Taug. Never, in her
wildest hopes, had she expected succor of this sort. Her one thought
had been to escape and find her way back to the tribe of Kerchak; but
even this had appeared to her practically impossible, so closely did
Toog watch her.</p>
<p>As Taug and Tarzan reached the grove where Toog had come upon his
friends, the ape scent became so strong that both knew the quarry was
but a short distance ahead. And so they went even more cautiously, for
they wished to come upon the thief from behind if they could and charge
him before he was aware of their presence. That a little
gray-whiskered monkey had forestalled them they did not know, nor that
three pairs of savage eyes were already watching their every move and
waiting for them to come within reach of itching paws and slavering
jowls.</p>
<p>On they came across the grove, and as they entered the path leading
into the dense jungle beyond, a sudden "Kreeg-ah!" shrilled out close
before them—a "Kreeg-ah" in the familiar voice of Teeka. The small
brains of Toog and his companions had not been able to foresee that
Teeka might betray them, and now that she had, they went wild with
rage. Toog struck the she a mighty blow that felled her, and then the
three rushed forth to do battle with Tarzan and Taug. The little
monkey danced upon his perch and screamed with delight.</p>
<p>And indeed he might well be delighted, for it was a lovely fight.
There were no preliminaries, no formalities, no introductions—the five
bulls merely charged and clinched. They rolled in the narrow trail and
into the thick verdure beside it. They bit and clawed and scratched
and struck, and all the while they kept up the most frightful chorus of
growlings and barkings and roarings. In five minutes they were torn
and bleeding, and the little graybeard leaped high, shrilling his
primitive bravos; but always his attitude was "thumbs down." He wanted
to see something killed. He did not care whether it were friend or
foe. It was blood he wanted—blood and death.</p>
<p>Taug had been set upon by Toog and another of the apes, while Tarzan
had the third—a huge brute with the strength of a buffalo. Never
before had Tarzan's assailant beheld so strange a creature as this
slippery, hairless bull with which he battled. Sweat and blood covered
Tarzan's sleek, brown hide. Again and again he slipped from the
clutches of the great bull, and all the while he struggled to free his
hunting knife from the scabbard in which it had stuck.</p>
<p>At length he succeeded—a brown hand shot out and clutched a hairy
throat, another flew upward clutching the sharp blade. Three swift,
powerful strokes and the bull relaxed with a groan, falling limp
beneath his antagonist. Instantly Tarzan broke from the clutches of
the dying bull and sprang to Taug's assistance. Toog saw him coming
and wheeled to meet him. In the impact of the charge, Tarzan's knife
was wrenched from his hand and then Toog closed with him. Now was the
battle even—two against two—while on the verge, Teeka, now recovered
from the blow that had felled her, slunk waiting for an opportunity to
aid. She saw Tarzan's knife and picked it up. She never had used it,
but knew how Tarzan used it. Always had she been afraid of the thing
which dealt death to the mightiest of the jungle people with the ease
that Tantor's great tusks deal death to Tantor's enemies.</p>
<p>She saw Tarzan's pocket pouch torn from his side, and with the
curiosity of an ape, that even danger and excitement cannot entirely
dispel, she picked this up, too.</p>
<p>Now the bulls were standing—the clinches had been broken. Blood
streamed down their sides—their faces were crimsoned with it. Little
graybeard was so fascinated that at last he had even forgotten to
scream and dance; but sat rigid with delight in the enjoyment of the
spectacle.</p>
<p>Back across the grove Tarzan and Taug forced their adversaries. Teeka
followed slowly. She scarce knew what to do. She was lame and sore
and exhausted from the frightful ordeal through which she had passed,
and she had the confidence of her sex in the prowess of her mate and
the other bull of her tribe—they would not need the help of a she in
their battle with these two strangers.</p>
<p>The roars and screams of the fighters reverberated through the jungle,
awakening the echoes in the distant hills. From the throat of Tarzan's
antagonist had come a score of "Kreeg-ahs!" and now from behind came
the reply he had awaited. Into the grove, barking and growling, came a
score of huge bull apes—the fighting men of Toog's tribe.</p>
<p>Teeka saw them first and screamed a warning to Tarzan and Taug. Then
she fled past the fighters toward the opposite side of the clearing,
fear for a moment claiming her. Nor can one censure her after the
frightful ordeal from which she was still suffering.</p>
<p>Down upon them came the great apes. In a moment Tarzan and Taug would
be torn to shreds that would later form the <i>pi�ce de r�sistance</i> of the
savage orgy of a Dum-Dum. Teeka turned to glance back. She saw the
impending fate of her defenders and there sprung to life in her savage
bosom the spark of martyrdom, that some common forbear had transmitted
alike to Teeka, the wild ape, and the glorious women of a higher order
who have invited death for their men. With a shrill scream she ran
toward the battlers who were rolling in a great mass at the foot of one
of the huge boulders which dotted the grove; but what could she do? The
knife she held she could not use to advantage because of her lesser
strength. She had seen Tarzan throw missiles, and she had learned this
with many other things from her childhood playmate. She sought for
something to throw and at last her fingers touched upon the hard
objects in the pouch that had been torn from the ape-man. Tearing the
receptacle open, she gathered a handful of shiny cylinders—heavy for
their size, they seemed to her, and good missiles. With all her
strength she hurled them at the apes battling in front of the granite
boulder.</p>
<p>The result surprised Teeka quite as much as it did the apes. There was
a loud explosion, which deafened the fighters, and a puff of acrid
smoke. Never before had one there heard such a frightful noise.
Screaming with terror, the stranger bulls leaped to their feet and fled
back toward the stamping ground of their tribe, while Taug and Tarzan
slowly gathered themselves together and arose, lame and bleeding, to
their feet. They, too, would have fled had they not seen Teeka
standing there before them, the knife and the pocket pouch in her hands.</p>
<p>"What was it?" asked Tarzan.</p>
<p>Teeka shook her head. "I hurled these at the stranger bulls," and she
held forth another handful of the shiny metal cylinders with the dull
gray, cone-shaped ends.</p>
<p>Tarzan looked at them and scratched his head.</p>
<p>"What are they?" asked Taug.</p>
<p>"I do not know," said Tarzan. "I found them."</p>
<p>The little monkey with the gray beard halted among the trees a mile
away and huddled, terrified, against a branch. He did not know that
the dead father of Tarzan of the Apes, reaching back out of the past
across a span of twenty years, had saved his son's life.</p>
<p>Nor did Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, know it either.</p>
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